photo by Tess Kincaid |
Sometimes, I sit alone and wish
What if things were different?
I see a moist glass
I see rains outside
I draw something on the frosted glass
While deep in my thoughts, without realizing where my fingers are moving to.
What I see when I came out of my thoughts was a free & a happy girl.
Then, I wish to be like the silhouette on the glass
I wish to be free & happy
This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 286
dont we all
ReplyDeleteWe all do i guess :-)
DeleteI understand...well said!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra :-)
DeleteYes sometimes the inanimate world helps us realise the inner feelings!
ReplyDeleteJust like blogs
DeleteThanks for dropping by Ira :)
Dreams of a young heart wanting everything nice to happen. Very true Dee Dee!
ReplyDeleteHank
Don't everyone want nice things to happen to them :-)
Deletesimple and beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteA Rat's Nibble
Thank you a Rat :-)
DeleteNicely done, with a poignant touch.
ReplyDeleteThank you Berowne :-)
DeleteA dream is like a silhouette, carved in fog. don't we all chase those dreams?
ReplyDeleteWe all do, some get it, some chase it all their lives :-)
DeleteWriting on misty glass is like scribbling in the sand as the tide creeps in. In no time at al your thoughts get carried away. A delightfully whimsical piece,
ReplyDeleteVisit Keith's Ramblings!
I agree with you keith.
DeleteThanks for dropping by
Delightfully optimistic
ReplyDeleteThank you Hank :-)
DeleteLovely...
ReplyDeleteThank you Tess :-)
DeleteUplifting and sweet Dee Dee. Enjoy your week.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bekkie :-)
DeleteAh yes, me too!
ReplyDelete:-) thank you Karen :-)
DeleteUniversally true! Love it.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought I was alone :-)
DeleteThanks for dropping by Kathleen